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[svelldrottning]

[Sometime in the afternoon, the door to the prison will open gently. No one will walk out of it; in a flash, a woman will be at the door leading outside, and opening it. She will take several steps outside, and then stop in the sun. She is beautiful to look at, if slightly haughty. Tall and slender, with jet black ringlets and pale, smooth skin, it

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MUST GET HERE FIRST!!!

[buttpinched]

[ Normally, he goes to check her almost every day. This time looks it will be wuite different... ]

Sindragosa...?

[svelldrottning]

[She hears her name being called and looks down. When she catches sight of Will, she twists her sinuous neck down and turns her head, so that one of her large, glowing, and unblinking eyes rests only a few feet away from him.

Her voice, when she speaks, is almost musical. However, a keen listener would be able to pick out the similarities between the strained witch-whisper and the hoarse scream.]

Do I know you, mortal?

[buttpinched]

[ ... There's a sigh coming from him. ]

Hn. It's a long story, so don't worry. You'll only get a headache. [ Trailing off... ] My name is Willard.

[svelldrottning]

Willard. [She nods, and then looks back to the Temple.] There is great magic here. Perhaps you could tell me of that?

[cynderofskies]

[ When she catches a glimpse of blue that took to the sky, Cynder launches herself to fly out to the temple.

Circling the building, she looks to the blue dragon before stopping and doing little more than flapping her wings to keep herself in the air. She ducks her head in a politely acknowledging gesture before she speaks. ]

Well, it looks like you've had the same run of bad luck as I have, hm?

[svelldrottning]

She catches sight of the black dragon before Cynder bows to her. She immediately thinks she must have happened into her territory, but when the youngling (and she must be young - she is only a little smaller than Sindragosa, and the Black grow larger than the Blue) dips her head to her, Sindragosa dips her head in return. Her words only assure her that this land is not the territory of the Black.]

I have no memory of returning here, no. What of you?

[cynderofskies]

That's the way the fae like to do it, I'm afraid. [ The older dragon's way of speaking actually kicks in some manners, reminded of the Guardian, Cyril, who she so tried to keep on the good side of. Blue dragons had that way about them, and she keeps her many particularly choice descriptors about their situation to herself. ]

When I was a whelp, the fae pulled this same idiocy on me and a group of humans for a short time.

[svelldrottning]

[Disapproval radiates from Sindragosa.] That these fools would do so to a whelp is nothing short of cowardice. Did they hope to awaken the rage of the Black Dragonflight by doing so?

[All the same, she had never heard of it, and Neltharion had a loud roar. That makes her think of something more troubling.]

Did they maze us? Is this why we have arrived here? Fae are but capricious legends, but if they exist in a pocket world, perhaps there is some truth to the stories...

[She thinks for a while, then shakes her head.] I will look further into this.

Forgive me. We are allies in a strange land. Your name?

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[dr4con14n]

[ She had been investigating the area when she heard the dragon take flight. The unmistakable spread of heavy wings, the familiar scent of dragon scales. One doesn't forget the sound of dragonflight...

Nothing else seemed to matter at that point. She could smell and lick trees any other time of the day, especially given how long she had stayed in Demeleier the last time she was there.

So she'll follow her nose to where Sindragosa rests at the temple, approaching slowly, dragoncane in hand. ]

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[svelldrottning]

[Sindragosa keeps her eyes on the strange creature as she approaches. Curiousity burns in her, for she has seen no creature identical to her before. Similar? Certainly. But exactly like this? It is new. And it is interesting.

When she sees the red head of the dragon on her cane, she spreads her wings a little.]

And who are you, little mortal?

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[dr4con14n]

You could say I'm...curious.

[ Inquisitive. Intrigued. Quite a few words fit the bill, but it doesn't answer the dragon's question exactly. But the scents coming from the top of the temple where she rests tickle her nose, familiar and yet, all the same, foreign. ]

It's not often you smell a dragon these days, after all.

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[svelldrottning]

[There's a way in which the mortal move that strikes Sindragosa as odd. Is she blind?]

Indeed? Well, I must admit that you are the first of your kind I have seen or smelled. What manner of creature are you?

[desomnia]

[ Madotsuki approaches the temple slowly, carefully, almost a bit guarded-- she was going to sit there and play her flute again, even amidst the chaos in the village, but.. there's something else there, and it's enough to throw off her sense of familiarity that it makes her uncomfortable.

She frowns a little, not approaching closer but not saying anything either. ]

[svelldrottning]

[Sindragosa watches Madotsuki with unblinking eyes.]

[desomnia]

... Good day.

[ Maybe she should just start talking to it - who knows where it will bring her. ]

[svelldrottning]

And to you, little human.

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[north_skie]

[From a ways off North sees the dragon and of the temple. He isn't sure what to do, but he thinks keeping the newly turned children away from it will probably be a start]

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[svelldrottning]

[He'd see he's all ready failed in that, for if he watches he will see that Madotsuki and Lihua have already visited her.]